Christopher Nolan

Christopher John Nolan passed away on September 24, 2019 at the age of 66.

Chris was born in Stamford, Connecticut in 1952, the 7th of 11 children born to the late Elizabeth P. and the late Kenneth G. Nolan. He grew up in a boisterous family living in Darien, CT and then Yardley, PA.  He graduated from Pennsbury High School before moving to Virginia and then Maryland to pursue a career in sales.

Chris was a loving father of Nichole Nolan and cherished brother of Patricia Luken, Kenneth Anthony Nolan, Kathleen Nolan, Gerarde Nolan, Micaela N. Corradin, Roxanne Nolan, Therese Nolan, Hilary Nolan, Kevin Nolan, and Sara Nolan de Aguilar.  He is also survived by over 30 nephews, nieces, grand-nephews, and grand-nieces.

For the past 15 years Chris lived on a peaceful turkey farm in Fulton, MD and enjoyed letting his family and neighbors know about his coyote and bear visitors, as well as his beautiful flower garden.  Surely, his favorite thing in life was a spectacular 4th of July fireworks over the sand dunes of Seabrook Beach, NH in the company of family members, followed by Scrabble, crossword puzzles, and the endless supply of Klondike ice cream bars his mother kept on hand for her children and grandchildren.

Chris was an extremely hard worker and very proud father. He made sure to notify his daughter of every single thunderstorm warning in the county, dropped off 50-lb bags of salt during the winter, and filled in all the holes in her gravel driveway, in case of ice storms, despite having a painful back problem. Chris never turned down a good scrapple and would drive 1.5 hours into Pennsylvania for an acceptable Amish breakfast. When he was younger, he took his daughter on fishing trips to Deep Creek Lake and taught her how to catch her first perch with a mini Snoopy fishing pole and net crawfish using hot dogs. He adored playing ball with his grand-dog-children (Diablo and Mighty Dog) and loved traveling and trying all the different Indian brunches and Greek festivals in the vicinity.

Every time fireworks sparkle in the sky, we’ll think fondly of you, dear Chris.